We have all hitched down Sinner’s Road, at one time or another. Some have stopped at small churches and begged repentance, some have stuck their thumbs back out, into the wind.
I always loved the wind.
I am a musician, a poet, a rich man, a hobo, a wiseman, a fool, a saint, a sinner.
I always loved the sinners.
I have kicked stones down Sinner’s Road for many years. If I had a destination, I’ve forgotten it long ago.
I truly hope my words amuse you and confuse you. I hope they comfort you, or perhaps warm you on cold, dark nights, as you stand waiting for the next ride, down Sinner’s Road.
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